Waiting…

Thumbing through some art and journal pages, I found a few poems I had forgotten.  I would like to share them here.  This is the first. Waiting by Cheryl P. My heart, like an empty goblet, longs to be filled to the brim again. Your touch, as intoxicating as any liquor man might create could fill me so. My hands, like the wind through the trees, long to caress your body, and feel it quiver as the leaves quiver beneath the touch of the breeze. My body, like a song with no music, longs for the rhythm of yours. Movement … Continue reading Waiting…